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A solitary figure stands at the precipice of a windswept cliff that overlooks an endless sea of golden grasslands rolling toward the horizon, the land bathed in the warm amber and rose-gold light of a setting sun; storm clouds gather like dark, brooding sentinels on the distant edge of the sky, casting long, stretching shadows across the valley below, while the figure’s cloak billows violently in the gales, revealing a glint of resolve in their posture as they gaze into the unknown. <lora:John_Howe_ZIT_v1:0.7> John_Howe style illustration.